***The following is a fictive story and in no way is it safe to have unprotected sex, for any reason whatsoever***
(Husband narrates this segment)
Marriage after a certain number of years will take a toll on your sex life and having a busy family can really drain your passion for one another. So, in an n attempt to revive our passion and our sex life, I went ahead and bought some sex toys for my wife, but the response I got from her is not what I anticipated. She got mad at me for buying her a very realistic dildo cast from a porn stars penis.
After the incident with my wife we didn't bring up the subject for the following weeks. On a hot and humid afternoon in Montreal I received a call from Dave, my old buddy. This unexpected call was exactly what I needed for the moment because of my wife's tantrums and our stressful life as a couple, that and our sexless relationship.
"Hey Ian!" The cheerful voice said.
"Uh? Hi, who's this?" I said with hesitation.
"It's me Dave, don't tell me you've already forgotten about me already?"
"Dave! Well I'll be damned, it has been almost...uh?" with a pause.
"Yup, ever since you got hitched man." He said mockingly.
We must have talked for over about an hour until my wife, Jane, had gotten back from work.
"Oh! The wife is here bro!" I said.
"Oh, guess you have to get back to resume your role as a husband I guess, but before you do I need to ask you for a small favour."
"Sure thing Dave, what?"
"I need a place to crash for about 4 days. I got this job opening in Montreal and I've already found a place to stay but it'll only be available in four days." He explained.
After talking it over with my wife we agreed for him to stay at our place. My wife was eager to meet my best buddy, mainly because I didn't have that many friends at work and this made her sad for me. Once supper was ready we heard knocking at the door and my wife went straight for the door, like an eager woman expecting a gift.
"Hi there! I finally meet the famous Dave." My wife said with a big smile.
For your intake, my wife is a passionate and an extremely friendly person by nature. Although I admire this trait I do get worried sometimes because some men might take advantage of her innocence and naΓ―ve personality. Other than that, I was lucky enough to be married to a woman who "carried" around 36 DD breasts, had a small waist and was gifted with a 44-inch bubble butt. Her long black wavy hair, brown eyes with a slightly tanned body made her even sexier. I guess her mix of Native American and Caucasian ancestry made her extra sexy. For my part, I have an athletic body and I workout 4 times a week and have a descent, but average, cock size.
My wife and Dave conversed for a good hour and the three of us had a great time. Since the last time we've seen each other Dave had gotten involved in many business development and was really successful. I noticed also that he changed over the years and he had gotten really handsome and muscular. With his short redhead army haircut, his white creamy skin complexion, his broad shoulders, his musculature and his 6 feet 3 stature. He looked imposing, dominant and very sure about himself. Not like the old Dave I knew when we were younger. At this point he was wearing casual, seemingly tight, khaki shorts and a skin-tight white polo shirt. Basically, he was everything I envied in men and the reason why I tried so hard to workout in order to achieve his kind of body stature.
I excused myself to the kitchen to pour us some more whine and as I was preparing the alcohol I noticed something. Dave and my wife were seated extremely close to each during their conversation; a pose that only couples make. Then it struck me, now I knew why my wife was wiggling around so much and starring at his crotch so often. Dave's shorts were too tight, so much so that there was an obvious bulge making its' way across his right thigh. And since my wife was seated on his left and merely a foot from him she could see the outline of this monster bulge. So, in order to get a glimpse, I decided to hand Dave a glass of whine and as I did so I looked at it quickly. I estimated the bulge to be a good sized cucumber (about 6 inches and thick), which really had me concerned because I knew it could get bigger and really made me ashamed of my 5.5 inches. Being jealous in nature I interrupted them and we called it a night. I had to stop him from displaying this to my innocent wife and make her realize that there are bigger cocks out there. I'm the only guy she's ever slept with and she was raised in a religious family and I wanted the only dick she'll ever have and see. It's bad enough I feel small with my 5.5 inches of cock.
My wife and I fucked like rabbits that night and she was extra horny some reason and raunchier than usual. Once she fell asleep, I made my way downstairs to get something to drink and also to check-up on my friend Dave, but assumed that he must have fallen asleep by now, so I left him alone in the guest room.
(Wife narrates this segment)
I woke up in the middle of the night feeling hungry for some reason and, to satisfy my palate, I decided to go downstairs and fix myself something to eat. I put on my bathrobe before heading downstairs and made sure to be extra careful so I would not wake up our guest.
Once in the kitchen I made myself a small sandwich with a cup of milk, but something in the living room attracted my attention. The television was open, I assumed it must have been Dave that left it open or forgot to shut if off before heading to bed. As I made my way to the living room with my late night meal I was shocked to see our friend on the living couch. Our guest was almost nude, covered partially over the crotch with a thin blanket. I could not remove my eyes from his uncovered body, his perfect musculature and slightly hairy body was just exotic, rough and sexy. I've never seen such a beautiful and perfect man and the sight of his big bulge made stimulated my pheromones, which slowly drove me crazy, as my pussy started to tingle and my breathing began increasing. As this was not enough, he shifted to his side, which prompted the blanket to lift and reveal his muscular and hairy buttocks. My body started to shiver, shake, and my breathing got even heavier. My womanly needs were being activated and all I could think of was dropping my robe and satisfying my needs. I've never seen such a body or a bulge on a man before. Once I regained control of myself, I realized that I've committed emotional adultery and I quickly left for my bedroom filled with guilt and shame.